The fun thing about going from okay to b#tch in zero flat is that you wake up still feeling that way and then when that feeling FINALLY fades you're just tired. No capability to feel good.
Too tired to think.
Too tired to process.
Cadmus is so understanding it is frightening.He takes all the crap I dish out and says, I know you can win. I know you can get better. I'm not going anywhere. We will fight together.
Makes me wish he wasn't several thousand miles away.
Makes me wish I believed in love.
I've never believed in a third chance. I don't know why that would change now.
He makes me smile. And laugh.
One night we spent thirty minutes sending each other Sesame Street videos that were our favorites from childhood.
I can't remember the last time I laughed so much.
He long can he hang on? How long will he be willing to hanging on?
The thought I always know is, I would run away from this if I could. Why wouldn't someone that doesn't have to put up with it run?
Only time will tell where this is going.
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